In whispers of the wind, a symphony emerges, painting dreams on the canvas of night. Luminescent notes drift like stars in an ocean dark, resonating with the echo of forgotten tales.
Each sound a step, each silence a breath; I wander these paths of sound and shadow, tracing the delicate lines of a universe woven from the golden threads of serene melodies.
Can you hear them? The harmonies that gild the sky with hints of eternity? They linger in the spaces between, delicate as a spider's web kissed by dawn's light.
Murmurs of Silence Echoes of Time